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Not knowing he rose from earth, not having seen him rise, / Not knowing the fallow furrow was his home, / And that high wing, untouchable, untainted, / A wing of earth, with the warm loam / Closely acquainted, / I shuddered at his cry and caught my heart.
Relentless out of heaven his sweet crying like a crystal dart / Was launched against me. Scanning the empty sky